Rabindranath Tagore

Mashi and Other Stories Rabindranath Tagore

Book Excerpt: ...to a close. But I have no regrets. Don't grieve for me.''No, dear, I won't grieve. I don't believe that only life is good and not death.''Mashi, I tell you truly that death seems sweet.'Jotin, gazing at the dark sky, felt that it was Mani herself who was coming to him in Death's guise. She had immortal youth and the stars were flowers of blessing, showered upon her dark tresses by the hand of the World-Mother. It seemed as if once more he had his first sight of his bride under the veil of darkness.[4] The immense night became filled with the loving gaze of Mani's dark eyes. Mani, the bride of this house, the little girl, became transformed into a world-image, --her throne on the altar of the stars at the confluence of life and death. Jotin said to himself with clasped hands: 'At last the veil is raised, the covering is rent in this deep darkness. Ah, beautiful one! how often have you wrung my heart, but no longer shall you forsake me!'[4] The bride and the bridegroom see each ot..